Colours of you

Colours of you

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My English teacher constantly tells me that I am a peculiar person, so I like to think so. Even though my mom tells me that I am not peculiar, at all. I don't have friends. I don't like to speak. I like to think. I choose to believe that talking to people will waste my time. But there's this boy, and his brown eyes shine all the time. But he will never talk to me, so I will just write about my love for him in my journal. I believe that we all have stories to tell to a person or a friend, unfortunately I have not found that person yet. I always want to talk about how lovely Egan is, and how his sandy silky hair is too long for a boy. But maybe I'm wrong... about everything.
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Just Okay

We've all been through ups and downs in life and not all of us can speak our minds. I'm not the kind of person that can just talk to anyone about my thoughts and problems. No I can't talk to anyone because no one knows what's going on in my life. I've tried talking to people but it just seems impossible for them to understand. My life isn't completely shit, but it's close. It's not the people in my life, it's not the things they do, it's just me and my mind.

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